User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/"The Vermillion Enclave"/@comment-25220117-20121027154937/@comment-3474228-20121028180152

OOC: How poetic :')

Marconi looks up at the moon, completely visible in the cloudless void of a sky overhead. He claps his paws and screams to a ferret on the docks. "Let 'er go, mate! It's off t'gold, guts, an'glory fer us!"